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Margot’s fingers trembled as she removed the thermometer from the little boy’s mouth.
“Does he have a fever?” his anxious mother asked.
Margot remembered the time a few years earlier when an elevated temperature was the scariest thing she had to worry about. Back during that Nipah virus outbreak when Becky came home with a cough, Margot had taken her temperature every single hour to make sure she wasn’t getting any sicker.
But this little boy in Dr. Harris’s office didn’t have Nipah. He most likely had an ear infection, which would explain the lethargy and 99.8-degree temperature. Nothing a generic antibiotic couldn’t cure.
Unfortunately, there were no antibiotics to fix a mother’s anxious heart. No bandage Margot could wrap around her soul to stop the hemorrhaging that had st
